Tridents

Nels Andrews

Story

Chorus came from a walking tour of San Francisco... found out alot of the avenues were named for war heroes, a couple small alleys... poets.

Lyrics

The night was abandoned, but for thieves and starsthieves and stars and abandoni slept your graces and dreamed the barsfalling dreams of soft landingsI laid eyes on oceans, with deserts still in my hairI walked from the bowery, to above the tree line

Boys will be boysgirls will be wiselet the streets take the soldier’s nameswe’ll keep the skies

out past the break, the sharks are patientthe sharks, they swim patiently beyond the wavesbrave boys stand with sand on their anklessand on their ankles and tridents raisedwe stab at a beast from six fathoms underfor fortune, for glory, for fame

the tailor trusts the thread and the needlethe thread, the needle and the hand of the clothignoring the passing fancy of fashionthe fancy of fashion is food for the moth‘cousin, your coat,’ the wild wolf told me‘can’t cover your collar and chain’

and then when you rise you’re back on the pavement,your hands in your pockets digging for heatknowing words once they’re sung, bare the rungs of tall timberand fell little redwoods on ludlow street